What Makes You So Angry? (MCR)

Chapter 11: Hospital

I wake up in a room with the worst headache ever.

"Where am I?" I ask no one in particular.
"Hospital." Someone says. I groan and close my eyes again.

Next thing I know, I'm waking up again, this time I'm sat up and I can see my surroundings. Pretty basic for a hospital room. Blinds on the windows, grey/white walls, a small cupboard, the bed I'm in, various hospital equipment and some chairs with people in. I look at the people occupying the chairs: Marcus and Frank.
"Hey," Marcus smiles sadly.
"Hey," I reply.
"You alright?" He asks.
"S'pose, I get to miss school tomorrow right?" I laugh groggily.
"Rose, it's Saturday today," Frank says.
"What?" I gasp. Ouch.
"You've been out for four days," Marcus explains.
"Oh." I say, not much else I can say really.
"We need to talk," Marcus says, he sounds strained.
"Wait Marcus," Frank warns him.
"I've waited four days," Marcus replies.
"Fine," Frank sighs, "I'll wait outside."
"So.." I begin, as soon as Frank leaves, not knowing what was going to happen.
"You had surgery on your head," Marcus tells me, "so I had to put you into a hospital gown."
"Oh." I reply, looking down.
"I want to know why Rose," he asks, tears forming.
"I need some more meds," I mutter.
"No Rose, I've had enough of your excuses," his voice rising, "I spoke to Frank, he says whenever he asked to a personal question you changed the subject!"
"And?" I challenge him.
"Tell me why." He states.
"I don't have to, your not my dad," I scowl.
"No, you got kicked out of home," he replies.
"Not my fault," I shrug.
"Yes it is Rose!" Marcus groans, "you did drugs and booze every night."
"Not my fault," I say through gritted teeth.
"No one forced you to do it," Marcus semi-shouts.
"That's what you think," I mumble.
"Enough Rose!" Marcus shouts, "I don't understand you! Why did you do drugs and drink?"
"For an escape okay?" I scream, "to escape the hell that is my life! You left when I was eight, you went to university and moved away, mum and dad missed you. A lot. I missed you. I dealt with it, they didn't. They resorted to booze. The alcohol messed up their minds! I was their personal punch bag for ten years Marcus. Because the booze took over their lives just like it did mine. It made me numb, I forgot the pain they caused me."
"I-I..." He begins. I cut him off.
"When I was nine it was too much, a year had gone and I had had enough. I resorted to self inflicted pain. My parents never stopped causing me pain, neither did I. For nine years." I laugh sadistically, "I hate myself Marcus. More than anyone else can. More than you'll ever know. And no one can help me. I'm fucked up forever and waiting to die alone and miserable, just like I have been for the last ten years of my life."
"But you moved in with me because mum and dad were worried about you." Marcus whispers hoarsely.
"No, the teachers at school got suspicious of my on-going bruises," I explain, "they kicked me out for their own good, so they wouldn't get busted. They don't give a shit about me."
"I had no idea," he whispers.
"Why would you?" I laugh darkly, "no one does."
"Rose-" he begins but he's interrupted by the sound of the door slamming. My head snaps towards it and I see the shape of someone running past the window.
"Shit." I curse.

Marcus throws open the door and looks left and right, then without hesitation he runs to the right. I groan and lie back on the bed, eyes closed.

When I next wake up, a nurse is in the room, doing something to the equipment.
"Hello Rose," she smiles and I force one back, "you had to have an operation on your head, that's the only long term injury you'll have, the others are minor and just need time to heal. Okay poppet?"
I resist the urge to roll my eyes and just nod.
"Okay," she continues, "how old are you?"
"Eighteen."
"Great, you'll be able to sign the discharge forms yourself," she smiles, disappearing out of the room.

Not long after she appears with some forms, I don't take much notice of what I'm doing, I just sign where she points. She helps me up and after I've assured her that I'm fine she hands me some clothes that Marcus had brought in. I go into the toilets and change out of the blue hospital linen into the clothes that turns out alright. Red skinny jeans, long sleeved black shirt and black vans. I go to tie my hair up and I nearly cry when I feel it. I look in the mirror and turn around, still looking at my reflection.

When I see it I scream in frustration.